Hollow Lyrics

Would you believe

There is a thing of dying

In the falling of the birches

And the roots that mangle the cottage path in summertime

There is a coldening a quickening

A closing of the wills

There is an ember of light that remembers

And a thing of dying that doesn't

The feelings grow older

The sun sets

The eyes exchange wonders

Snow falls birds sleep

Time pours

A sieve runs through the mind

And there are willows in the hollow vessel

Dying left behind

There is a thing of dying

A sieve runs through the mind

time catches in the hollow vessel

Dying left behind